✦✦Synopsis✦✦

Meet Dominic Esposito, US Marshall, profiler and a hard as nails sort of guy with dark disturbing tastes. He tracks down the deadliest escaped criminals. He’s man of honor devoted and to his job, upholding the law at all costs.

Pretty redheaded Shauna Maloney, a high profile fashion model is being stalked. But her stalker is an escaped madman. She’s worth millions and her life is at stake. She’s not one of Esposito’s favorite people, she represents everything he holds unholy, overindulgences, wealth and fame.

They say hate is the closest emotion to love. Will the fiery redhead win over the U.S. Marshal and submit to his darkest desires? Or will her deep sexual cravings surprise even him.

✦Excerpt✦

” I suppose you’re going to turn me over your knee and spank me?” He could see the fire in her eyes and he was aware that her statement was a challenge.

“Are you putting ideas in my head?” he said running his hand down her slender throat to the top of her full breast. “Stop trying to get involved in the case I’m working on. I told you this case is definitely off limits. You never listen.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I could be of some help to you?”

“Do you want to help me?” His voice was low and sadistic. One of his hands cupped her breast, she gasped. His thumb rubbed the nipplethough the flimsy bra she wore. “You know what I like,” he said moving his body in on hers. “You’re fine Shauna, the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, but this relationship has boundaries and that boundary is my job. Do you understand?”

“Fuck you, Esposito,” she whispered.

He was fast and strong. She was over his knees in record time. One hand held her down and the other tore at her panties. Before she could protest, his large strong hand came down on the cheeks of her ass. Whack!

“Ouch! I was kidding you bastard!” she screamed.

“I’m not,” he said as he grinned and felt the blood rush down to the base of his cock. “In fact I’m rather enjoying this.” His hand came down hard again.

“Ouch!” she screamed again. “Stop, Dominic stop.”

“First tell me you’re going to stay out of my business. You knew I was a U.S. Marshal when we met. I read you the riot act. Yet you defy me at every turn.”

He ran his other hand over the red marks on her cheeks. She moaned. His fingers massaged her gently and then found the crevice to her pussy. She moaned again.

“Oh, shit Dominic, oh shit,” she said as two of his finger entered her. She raised her ass and his fingers pushed into her deeper. He bent his head and kissed the red marks his hands had left. She spread her legs.

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✦✦Ethan Radcliff✦✦

Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories,

kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry, which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.

He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.

He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.

He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always is on an attractive face or body.

His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.

His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is six books strong. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has one book of erotic poetry published; it has been an amazing success.

Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2015.

His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d be still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.

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5 roses – erotic + imaginative & clever writing

Well this author packs quite a wallop with a severely intense Full Length Standalone packed full of twisty turns and erotic surprises! This one will have you expanding your reading genre as you go through every bit of drama, emotional upheaval, thrilling delight and erotic escapades!

“You’re a strong man… a confident man, a man who knows right from wrong…”*Shauna*

“She was tough, strong, and resilient… one of a kind, brilliant.”~Dominic~

5 erotic- smoking hearts – couples enhancing love

Dominic Esposito is a man with very different tastes, extremely honest, morally ethical and nursing a bitter broken heart. He is devoted to his cause at bringing justice to those deserving for creating atrocious acts on mankind.

Shauna is the woman that will shed light on his true self and help him overcome his doubts and fears. This little vixen is sharp, clever and independent with the same tastes as Dominic, together they explore the infinite possibilities within the realm of the BDSM lifestyle.

“I’m referring to your natural inclination to dominate. This inner strength, inner need to dominate, comes out in all phases of your life, except you’ve been holding back on this one, the sexual side. I want you to explore that and embrace it with me.”

SHAUNA

“Vanilla. So there was a name for lovemaking that required no tying up, spanking or any other playthings. He learned something new every day.”

DOMINIC

5 hot censored lips –carnal lusty erotica

When the truth comes out and horizons are expanded this couple explore the wild side of dark desires and sensually deep cravings. They test the boundaries couples are sensitive to, they break the ties that bind their minds to uninhibited, unselfish love. The intrigue and fascination will no longer be denied.

F*ck me hard she said against his lips.

He answered her with a deep thrust then another. He labored hard, pulling his c*ck out and plunging himself back in. It was f*cking maddening. Each time he buried himself he had to hold back, his mind screaming to cum.

Pick this one up one clickers and book lovers! This one has all the treats to whet your appetites. Take a walk on the wild side and drown your senses in emotion, ride the thrilling ways of lust, deceit, and suspenseful criminal enterprise.

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Wayward Wolves Series

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Marcia fled her pack years ago. After moving from place to place she is now happily settled in the Big Apple until she is disturbed by the scent of a male wolf. Is he there to return her to the pack?

Declan lived his life serving his alpha until the day his sister is disgraced. On the run himself with his siblings he discovers the beautiful white wolf. Marcia. Now, to prove he’s not a threat…

Excerpt #1

Marcia yawned as Declan jammed the keycard into their hotel room door. The green light flickered, and he shoved the door open. Home sweet home, at least for the night. They’d stopped in some tiny town in Pennsylvania. At three in the morning, they were both exhausted. After taking subways and trains for much of the evening, they’d paid cash for a car and had driven for a few hours. They were out of danger, at least for the moment—she hoped. “I think I’m going to hop in the shower,” Marcia said setting her purse down on the bed closest to the bathroom. “This one’s your bag,” he said, handing her a plastic sack. They’d made a quick stop at a store to pickup a few necessities. Her fingers grazed over his as she took her things from him. Declan’s hand lingered on hers, neither of them wanting to part. His calloused palm fit over hers perfectly, and she shivered, wondering how it would feel caressing her body. All afternoon, she’d been fighting their intense attraction. She’d needed to stay focused to ensure they escaped the city safely. Now it was just them, and one tiny hotel room. Marcia took a step closer. Declan swallowed and hesitantly reached up to tuck one of her blonde locks behind her ear. I want him. “Shower with me.” She knew how to be forward. In the pack she’d been timid and fearful, but out on your own, you had to take charge. She had a feeling that if she showed Declan a little boldness his inner wolf would take over and he would show that confidence brimming beneath the surface. I just have to coax it out of him. “I want you to take me in the shower,” she whispered huskily. Declan didn’t need any further encouragement. He tugged her to him, crashing his warm, hard mouth against hers. Marcia trembled with delight as his tongue parted her lips. I need more. She gripped the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer so she could thrust her tongue into his mouth. He tasted like honey and sin. She wanted all of him, to feel him everywhere. He broke away, peppering kisses from her jaw to her neck. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, desperately trying to release them. She shrugged her shirt off and then tugged his tee up and over his head. Biting her lip, she skimmed her fingers down over his toned chest. Muscles rippled over his pecks, and his six-pack begged to be touched. Yum. Look at all these delicious muscles. Marcia took her time, exploring the hard curves of his body with the pads of her fingers. Exquisite. Her hand trailed lower, and she grinned as she flicked the button of his jeans open. Slowly, she lowered the zipper, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the large bulge. A chill of anticipation zipped up her spine. I need to feel him inside of me. Curling her fingers around his boxers, she tugged him to her. Declan’s hands went to her waist and then skimmed up her sides. Butterflies fluttered in her belly as his fingers tickled under her arms before gliding to her back. Her bra loosened, and she let the garment slip down her arms and fall to the floor. Declan stepped forward, ducking his head down, he took one of her breasts into his mouth. She groaned as his warm tongue circled over her areola. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Excerpt #2

“How long are you going to stare at that card before you call her?” Bray asked as he munched on a chip. Declan glared at his brother who was sprawled across the couch. He’d stare at it as long as he needed to. His fingers twitched. Why can’t I pick up the phone and call her? I know I want to. He tapped the card on the counter top as he contemplated. “Do it already.” Bray tossed a chip at him. “Your indecision is making me uneasy.” “Knock it off, Bray,” Rhea called as she strolled into the front room. The one bedroom apartment they shared was tiny. Rhea had the only bedroom. Declan shared the tiny living room with Bray. It was all they could afford. Hopefully not for long, close confines with his siblings was driving him insane. “She wouldn’t have given out her number if she didn’t want you to call. You’re worrying too much,” Bray continued. “He does have a point,” Rhea conceded. “It’s been a week since you saw her. She’ll think you aren’t interested or left town if you don’t call soon.” It’d been a long, agonizing week. Declan cursed under his breath and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “I’m going out.” He didn’t wait for his siblings to respond. He trudged to the door and slammed it shut behind him. Bray muttered something under his breath, but he couldn’t quite pick up on it. It was better that way. His brother could be an ass at times. Not only did Declan not have experience with female wolves, but his experience with women in general was lacking. He’d picked up a few women out on the road, but he’d never gotten to know one before. Bray was outgoing, Declan was content to sit quietly by while his brother got all the attention. Times like these, he envied Bray’s ability to chitchat with anyone. Now isn’t the time to think about Bray. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Ambling down the stairs, he pushed the door open and blinked against the blinding sunlight. Declan placed his hand on his brow, using it as a visor so he could look down the street. People bustled across the busy sidewalk. Car horns blared and vehicles whizzed by. Smog tainted the air, making it heavy, and harder to breathe. He doubted anyone else noticed the poor air quality. They were too rushed to reach their destinations. Slowly, he moved down the stairs and onto the busy street. If I can’t call her, maybe I should seek her out. Yeah, your last meeting went so well. It’s easier to talk in person. Before he lost his nerve, he raised his hand up to hail a cab. He needed to see Marcia.

I am happily married to my husband of almost nine years and have two wonderful children.I have always loved reading and writing and am thrilled to have published my first novel. Paranormal romance is my go to genre and the genre I prefer to write in. I love the unique feel of creating an entirely different world and implementing it into the human verse.

In the Arms of an Enemy

Wayward Wolves – Book 1

Paranormal Romance Short Story Series

Bethany Shaw Novels

Release Date March 18, 2014

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Synopsis

Astrid loves her new life in Tuscany. She is free from the restrictive boundaries of pack life and able to make her own choices. When her alpha’s brother moves into the flat next to hers, it sets a series of events into place that will change her life forever. Should she flee or face her enemy?

Kendrick can’t believe it when he runs into Astrid in Tuscany. The fiery wolf has always held a special place in his heart. Can he prove to her that he’s different than his brother? Or will he lose her forever?

Excerpt

Astrid sprinted through her house like a mad woman. She was running late, of course, when wasn’t she running late? She overslept all the time. It was the insomnia. Wolves were nocturnal and no matter how much her human half wanted to go to bed, the animal within almost always refused. Hence why she was running late for the third day in a row.

Frazzled, she pulled her long hair up into a messy bun. Satisfied she no longer looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, she pulled on her cardigan. Grabbing her car keys, she rushed out the door. Her boss was nice and not too strict, but she still liked to be on time. The quaint little café she worked at was a tourist hot spot, and she met all sorts of interesting people. By no means was it a glamorous job, but it paid the bills and she enjoyed it.

Rushing out to her car, she fumbled through her keys for the unlock button. She was so caught up that she didn’t see the approaching man until it was too late. Astrid ducked to the right, but not fast enough. Her chest collided with something solid. The breath whooshed out of her as she connected against a firm hard torso. Her car keys flew out of her hands falling a few feet away on the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped as she bent down to retrieve her keys.

“My apologies too. It’s not every day I get the pleasure of running into such a…” he trailed off as she stood up and their gazes met.

“Oh my God,” Astrid muttered as she stared into Kendrick Johnson’s brown eyes. Horror filled her as a million questions raced through her mind. The most important one being, what the hell was he doing here? While Kendrick had never personally done anything to her, it was his brother she was running from.

“This is an interesting development,” Kendrick smirked at her. He winked at her. “Oh and most people call me Kendrick, but I could be your God.”

“What are you doing here?” Astrid glared. Why was he here? At her flat? It couldn’t be a coincidence could it? Of course not. He was here on his brother’s behalf. Here to bring her back kicking and screaming to Killian. No. That didn’t seem right. Kendrick and Killian weren’t exactly close. Or they hadn’t been when she’d left. Had something changed? If memory served, Kendrick wasn’t too popular with anyone in his family. Maybe her cover wasn’t blown after all. She could only hope.

“Well as a matter of fact I am staying in my flat,” Kendrick said indicating her absent neighbors home.

“That is yours?” she stammered as she stared up at the large flat. Impossible. How could she have been living next to Killian’s brother and not have known it?

“It is,” Kendrick beamed. His amber eyes danced with mirth. He’s enjoying this. “It looks like you and I are going to be neighbors. This little trip is getting better by the minute,” he continued excitedly.

“Well this is just perfect. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for work,” Astrid flustered, glaring at him for a long moment before darting towards her little blue car.

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you around,” Kendrick called after her.

“I’d really prefer if we didn’t,” Astrid hollered back over her shoulder. She climbed into her car and quickly locked the doors. Jamming her key into the ignition, she shifted into drive, and mashed her foot down on the accelerator. What was she going to do now? Was Kendrick here for her? Or did he have his own agenda? Damn it, she was just starting to like Tuscany too.

She chanced a glance in her rearview mirror. No one was there. Gripping the wheel tighter, she took in her surroundings. Everything appeared to be normal. Maybe running into Kendrick was a freak occurrence. Maybe she didn’t have to leave. Astrid turned down the road to work. The first thing she saw out of the ordinary, she was hightailing it out of Tuscany.

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Another great story from Bethany Shaw, I have read a lot of this authors books and she never disappoints. This was a nice short story. Quick read but had me hooked from the start. I loved the characters and was happy they got their HEA. I’m anxious to read the next book in this series to see what she comes up with next. I was given an ARC for a fair and honest review.

Received this as a free arc in exchange for an honest review. It was a little to short for my taste. But it left you hanging at the end wanting more. And wondering what is going to happen to them and the pack they are on the run from. Can’t wait to read more from this author and this series.

A beautiful quick read. Astrid never thought she,d love the brother of th cruel alpha she was running from.
Little did she know the brother was also on the run. After saving her life she comes to believe he may not be the enemy after all.
They fall in love and live HEA.
I loved it perfect for a quick cold winter afternoon read. I loved it.

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Bethany Shaw

I am happily married to my husband of almost nine years and have two wonderful children.I have always loved reading and writing and am thrilled to have published my first novel. Paranormal romance is my go to genre and the genre I prefer to write in. I love the unique feel of creating an entirely different world and implementing it into the human verse.

Tess Monroe is a werecat on the run. Pursued by Hunters, an elite group of humans tasked with extinguishing the entire shifter species, Tess stumbles upon a safe haven. Due to a long-standing feud, she receives an icy reception. Determined to reunite with her loved ones, she accepts the help of, Nate, a werewolf. The attraction to Nate is instantaneous, and Tess trusts him despite his packs archaic beliefs and traditions.

Werecats can’t be trusted. They are the enemy. That’s the motto Nate Tucker grew up with, but when he meets Tess, he can’t help feeling protective of the beautiful feline. He knows he shouldn’t care about her, and he shouldn’t be attracted to her, let alone desire her, but the feelings are undeniable. Tasked with escorting her to a nearby pride, Nate must fight his passion for Tess. An interspecies romance is forbidden. But as they unravel secrets from the past and discover new threats, a taboo romance is the least of their concerns.

Excerpt 1

Nate pulled off at an exit. It was nearly three in the morning. He was exhausted, hungry, and needed a break from the endless darkness of the freeway. He scanned the rearview mirror, ensuring no one was behind him. The road was dark and vacant. It had been for miles, but he had to check to be sure. Better safe than sorry.

He didn’t want to stop for a long time. There was no doubt in his mind that they were being pursued. As long as they kept moving, they should be okay. Although, he swore at times that the Hunters had supernatural tracking abilities. It was the only thing that could explain how they found shifters sometimes.

Nate drove up to a twenty-four hour Taco Bell and came to a stop just short of the drive thru. He looked over at his passenger. Tess was sound asleep. Her long hair draped over her face like a curtain. He took a moment to appreciate the soft rise and fall of her chest that accented the swell of her breast. She truly was magnificent.

Reaching out, he tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear, letting his finger trail down her silky cheek. Tess stirred, her eyes fluttering for a moment as she leaned into his touch. What am I doing, he wondered as her breathing evened. She’s a werecat, and I’m a wolf, any feelings I have are forbidden, he reminded himself again. Why do I have to keep reminding myself to keep my hands off her? I need to find a wolf when I get home and get the whole mating process over. At least that way if she comes back, I won’t have to worry about whatever this is.

He moved his hand away from her, instantly missing the contact. Wake her up and ask her if she’s hungry. How hard is that? His hand reached out for her again, but he jerked it back. No. Don’t touch her. Say her name. Do something, but for the love of God don’t touch her.

“Tess,” he said huskily.

“Hmmm,” she murmured as she sat up with a yawn. Her eyes blinked open a small smile pulling at her lips as she met his gaze.

He cleared his throat. Don’t make eye contact. “I was going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” he asked, pointing to the empty drive thru.

Tess squinted at him for a moment as she slowly took in their surroundings. “Oh. Yeah. Sure,” she mumbled as she yawned again. “Where are we?”

“Ohio. Just crossed over the border. Thought we could get a quick bite and I’ll need some more specifics from you about where we’re going,” Nate explained.

“I have the coordinates. We are going just outside of Cincinnati. We shouldn’t be too far from it,” she sighed. “Are we being followed?”

“Not that I can tell. The roads been empty behind us for some time.” He pulled out his cell phone and opened up his Google maps app. “Here. Why don’t you put in the coordinates and I’ll order us some food. Want anything in particular?”

Tess squinted and then wrinkled her nose. “Taco Bell?”

He shrugged. It sounded good to him.

“A couple beef tacos,” she mumbled as she took his phone.

Her slender fingers grazed against his and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the electricity rippling through his hand from the touch. He shook his head and pulled forward through the drive thru.

“Can I help you?” a male voice crackled over the intercom.

“Five beef tacos.” He’d eat what she didn’t since she hadn’t given a number. Surely she was starved too. “A burrito supreme, chili cheese burrito, two chicken tacos, and two Pepsi’s.”

“Hungry?” Tess asked, arching her brow.

“Yes,” he grinned. Anytime he transitioned, he always burned a ton of calories, and he needed to replace them. It was like that for all werewolves. He wondered if the same were true for werecats. Surely they had similarities as much as they did differences.

“According to this we’ll reach the pride in about thirty minutes,” Tess said, drawing him out of his thoughts.

Wow. They were close. He dug his wallet out and drove to the window, passing a card to the attendant. She promptly swiped it and handed the card and food over. The scent of cheap taco meat filled the car, and he inhaled greedily. His stomach rumbled as his mouth salivated. I can’t wait to dig into my burrito. Nate set the bag between them and drinks in the cup holder.

“Hop back on the highway,” she instructed.

“Got it,” he replied as he unwrapped a burrito. He took a large bite out of his food and swallowed it.

Tess set the phone down on her knee and let out a long breath. She ran a hand through her hair before picking up a taco from the bag.

“I’m sure it will be okay,” he tried to assure. “I’m not dead yet,” he teased around another bite.

She gave him a small smile before taking a nibble out of her food. “It’s not so bad,” she commented as she lifted her soda up and took a sip from the straw. “I just want to get to the pride. My family… we were close. It would be nice to know they’re okay—that they made it out. It makes me sick to think of what might have happened.”

His own stomach twisted at the thought. He’d seen what hunters did to those they captured, and it wasn’t pretty. After they’d tortured them for information they killed them and then burned the village and all of its occupants. If he had a quarter for all the forest fires hunters had started he’d be rich. Not only were they destroying shifters, but they were harming natural wildlife too. It was disgusting.

Tess set her food down on the wrapper. “You don’t know what really happened do you?”

Nate took a sip of his drink and looked at her. He knew the story his mother had told him. Given her hatred, he was beginning to wonder how accurate it was. Anger and racism could blind you from the truth. What if he had it all wrong? What if the wolves were spreading stories to keep the werecats at bay? But why?

“The story I’ve always been told is that a community of werecats and werewolves lived within thirty miles of each other. They were working together to stop an attack from the Hunters. During a mission, a male werecat raped a female werewolf. The werecats refused to bring him to justice and when the Hunters attacked the werewolf pack, the cats never came to help. A lot of wolves died in that attack, including my grandma’s sister and younger brother,” he summarized. His mom had given a much more detailed account, but he didn’t see the need to retell it to Tess.

Tess clucked her tongue and pursed her lips. “Um. No.”

“No?” he questioned.

“That’s not what happened,” she stated.

“I’ll admit my story could be wrong—”

“It is,” she interrupted adamantly.

“And you know this how?” he asked. “You weren’t there.”

“Neither were you,” she countered. “I’ve seen the evidence to support the werecats side.” “From a feud that’s lasted decades? How?” he asked skeptically. She was full of it now. There was no way she could know what had transpired all those years ago.

“First of all, the wolf and the cat weren’t in a relationship. They were good friends. The pack only assumed they were having an affair, and made up the story about the rape because they couldn’t stand the idea of an interspecies relationship, and wanted to make sure no one else got any ideas. And to make sure that there was a rift between the two species. Prior to the attack on the pack, the pride was under siege. There was no one to come to the packs aide because the pride had been destroyed. By the time the pride survivors made it there the pack had been desolated, and any survivors had fled.”

“You don’t know the truth behind your story anymore than I do behind mine,” he remarked.

She lifted her brow, silently challenging him. “Actually, I do. There were thirteen survivors from the pride. The werecat and wolf being two of them. He had family on the west coast, and he brought her there too. They joined a pride in Washington State, the same pride that I grew up in.”

Nate did a double take. Her eyes held his and her jaw was set firmly in place. She was serious. Is that what had happened? Why would she lie? Why would the wolves lie? What was the point in holding onto a feud for generations? To keep different species from mating. That seemed a little farfetched, or did it? Even now, interspecies mingling between different genders were strongly discouraged. There was the occasional hookup, but same species didn’t truly mate most of the time, sure they could still procreate, but there was a difference between finding your true mate and mating out of obligation to duty. Why would anyone think that two different species could truly mate, let alone have children? Was that even possible? Probably not. How would that even work?

“Wow,” he stated unsure what else to say. What could he say? “And your not just yanking my chain?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.” “Why would the wolves lie? What do they gain from carrying on the feud with the werecats? Sanctuary needs as much help as it can get,” he thought aloud. It didn’t make sense.

Tess looked away and out the window. “I’m sure they have their reasons,” she said after a long moment. “It’s possible that they really believe that’s what happened too. I mean, the pack was destroyed except for a few. If the one’s who made up the lie all perished, then there would be no one to set the story straight.”

Could what she said be true? Questions whirled through his mind. If what she said were true, then they needed to figure out a way to get the truth out there. That was the only way the feud would ever end—at least for the wolves. He opened his mouth to speak, but the GPS spoke first instructing them to take the next exit.

Tess squirmed in her seat, squinting to see in the darkness. There was no way she was going to talk to him now. She was too worried about her family. Not that he could blame her. Later. We’ll talk about it later, he promised himself.

Excerpt 2

Nate opened the door for Tess as he led her into the TV room. He smiled and motioned to the large couch. She took a seat and got comfortable.

He picked up the remote and eased down onto the opposite end of the couch. As much as he’d like to sit close to her, Tess’ perfume was intoxicating. He could be easily overwhelmed with desire for the werecat. Better to watch the movie at a distance. With the click of a few buttons, he brought up the red Netflix screen.

“You did it,” she laughed as she shifted so she could look at him.

“It took a little work.” Liar. You spent the better part of the afternoon rerouting wires and fiddling around with this. He handed the remote over to her. “Ladies choice.”

She leaned forward, her fingers grazing over his as she accepted the controller. He gritted his teeth as heat engulfed him. His cock hardened at her touch and his wolf roared to life, ready to claim her. He inhaled sharply. The desire for her seemed to be getting worse. Would it be so bad to give in? He could get her out of his system and then he could mate with a nice wolf in a few weeks. Would she be open to the idea? If they both agreed to a fling with no strings attached, it could work. No. He groaned inwardly. One night with Tess wouldn’t be enough. I still want her.

“I suppose I should spare you the sappy romance,” she teased, drawing him from his thoughts.

What did she say? Think. Romance. Right. “You don’t strike me as the type of girl who likes those,” he replied.

“I could go for a good action flick,” she agreed. “How do I do this exactly?” she asked looking down at the remote.

He scooted closer, his shoulder bumping against hers. His length throbbed against the restriction of his pants. She looked up at him, and her breath caught in her throat. He watched as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. So close—so beautiful. I want to taste her. I need to. Make a move.

“How do I…” she trailed off, locking gazes with him. “Nate.”

He growled low in his throat, enjoying the sultry way his name rolled off her tongue. “Tess.” He reached up and brushed strands of hair from her face. The silky locks slid through his fingers.

When she didn’t recoil, he moved closer, cupping her face with his free hand. His thumb traced tiny circles over her smooth cheek.

“Your pack won’t approve,” she spoke quietly.

“I don’t care what they think,” he answered honestly. He didn’t care. For years, he’d been following laws that made no sense to him. It didn’t bother him to break rules that he didn’t believe in. Tess was… there were no words to describe whatever was happening between them. The urge to claim her, to take her was driving him insane. He had to have her. Now.

Tess bit her lip, seemingly unconvinced.

Nate brushed a finger over her soft, plump lips. “They don’t have to know. It can be just tonight. No strings.” I’m such a liar. There is no way one night will be enough. We can sort that out in the morning. Maybe she feels the same.

Tess nodded with a sigh. Needing no further encouragement, he leaned in pressing his mouth to hers. Her lips were softer than he imagined. They were so full, and they moved harmoniously against his. More. I need to feel every inch of her silky skin.

He growled, pulling her closer, needing to feel her plush body pressed against his. Her mouth parted, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch that she allowed him to.

Tess gripped his shoulders and shoved him back. He frowned momentarily confused until she slid one of her lithe legs over his waist and straddled him. Her lips found his again. The light kisses quickly changed to heated nips and feverish clashing of tongues. Their teeth gnashed together as they both fought for control. Her nails dug deliciously into his shoulders, marking him as hers. He reveled at the thought as the urge to make her his filled him.

He gripped her waist firmly, lifted her, and then laid himself over her on the couch. Tess mewed beneath him, her hands raking up and down his back, lifting the hem of his shirt up, and over his head.

I couldn’t put the book down. I actually stopped studying so could finish it. Nate and Tess are awesome. If you love reading about shifters then you will need to add this to your book list. I give it 5 out of 5. Bethany Shaw is great and I can’t wait for the next books.

This is the first book in a new shifter series with each story with its own HEA but with a continuing storyline. This story starts off with Tess, a Werecat, wounded and running for her life. She is being hunted by The Hunters, who hate all shifters and she stumbles into a bar being ran by a half shifter. Nate, a werewolf, is determined to help her even though there is a long standing feud between the two. Nate takes her to Sanctuary, a place were different species gather to hide from the world, but Tess is not welcomed because of what she is. Tess just wants to find her family while Nate just wants to save her. These two have an instant attraction but Nate knows his pack will not accept her and Tess knows this also. When the two leave to find Tess’ family there is trouble and Tess and Nate are forced to take shelter where the attraction comes ahead. They soon learn that they are true mates and this can and will lead to problems. When Nate’s sister is taken by the hunters, we learn there is a traitor in their mist. Will Tess and Nate have their HEA and will the find his siter before something bad happens?

Okay to be honest I don’t give very many reviews because I feel that I cannot be objective enough to express my opinion regardless of whether or not I liked the book. Every once in awhile though a book will be brought to my attention with an intriguing story line and engaging characters, Bethany Shaw’s Sanctuary just so happens to be one of these books!

This was my first book by Ms. Shaw and it was truly an awesome read, I’ve always loved shifter novels and her’s was no exception. It had to be one of the best shifter stories I’ve read in a while!after my literary journey with Tess and Nate I found myself wishing for their happily ever after, They deserve it! I thought.

The emotions the author expressed in the story seem to leap out and wrap themselves around the reader, especially during scenes of suspense, there was a tenseness in some of the scenes that you could easily feel. Similar to when you watch a suspenseful movie and find yourself thinking Be careful guys!

The first chapter does a nice job of grabbing your attention from the very start, you can very easily feel Tess’ emotions; her pain and fear, it’s these emotions that keep you reading!

I am happily married to my husband of almost nine years and have two wonderful children. I have always loved reading and writing and am thrilled to have published my first novel. Paranormal romance is my go to genre and the genre I prefer to write in. I love the unique feel of creating an entirely different world and implementing it into the human verse.

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#playingthegameseries – Book 4

Author Lorraine Loveit

Erotic, Sports, Police, Dom/sub, BDSM, Romance, Australia, Suspense

What happens when a first-time dominant and submissive come together? The answer is a great deal of heartache. This is not a romance; it’s a story about one person’s need to control and dominate another.

Brendon is an AFL footballer who advertises on the internet for a submissive. Suzie, a secretary at Homicide Squad, is curious and answers his ad.

Brendon’s jealousy reaches critical level resulting in Suzie walking out on him and into the arms of Jason, her police ex-boyfriend for both emotional support and protection against her stalker who is still making life uncomfortable for her, despite the best efforts of her co-workers at Homicide Squad.

Brendon is desperate to get Suzie back, even promising to treat her better and to curb his jealousy.

Will Suzie give Brendon a second chance or will she discover a new relationship with Jason that she never thought possible?

Note: This book does end in a cliff hanger but there will be the beginning of the following book included.

“I want to feel you.”

“Sorry baby but I need your hands out of the way.” He sounded like he wanted to have it all his own way.

“So you can control me?”

“So I can control myself.” He bent down to tenderly kiss my lips. “Because if I let you touch me I’m not going to last long.”

I almost whimpered at his confession, he was exercising restraint to put my needs first. He had resumed his assault on my lips whilst twisting and pulling my nipple. I vaguely realised he was wedging my legs apart with one of his knees.

Dragging his mouth from mine his sexy eyes stared down at me. “If I release you will you stay as you are?”

To my sheer delight he immediately put it to good use by delving beneath my skirt which had hitched up when he had spread my thighs. It didn’t take his expert fingers long to bypass my knickers to slip inside my wet hole.

When he resumed kissing me, the culmination of the three points of erotic contact had me quivering with red hot need; need for this man to be inside me.

“Tell me what you want.” He had released my lips and was studying me through passion clouded eyes.

“I want you… to make me… come.” Oh god, how desperate did I sound right now. How did he manage to have this power over my body?

I put a finger to his lips and instantly regretted it upon feeling the soft flesh and remembering how they felt on my skin.

“Don’t say it… please.”

He gently grasped my wrist and pulled it back slightly so my finger left his mouth and then he bent his head to lightly kiss my knuckles. It took some effort to suppress the shudder that passed through my body at the simple act.

“I don’t like to see you with him.” He seemed both hurt and angry, not a good combination.

Ms Loveit lives in the south west of Western Australia. She is a wife, mother, secretary and an avid reader of both contemporary and regency novels.

A year ago she started writing. Her first story is an erotic/relationship series. She has many more stories in her head, just waiting to be told. Despite her busy lifestyle, she still finds the time to regularly read books, as well as reviewing other authors’ works.

The Best Mistake

No. No. No. Olivia didn’t have one-night stands. But she can fix it. All she has to do is sneak out undetected and forget the whole thing ever happened. Wrong. Luck is not on her side.

Derrick can’t believe it when he wakes up alone after the best night of his life. He’s supposed to be the one to slip away in the middle of the night. But Olivia wasn’t his typical pickup—she was different. Now she’s gone, and he has no idea if he’ll see her again. Lucky for him, she might be closer than he realizes.

Finding her is easy, convincing her that they should be a couple—not so much.

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Derrick touched her shoulder, causing her to glance up at him. She was so close—so warm. He only needed to lean forward to close the distance. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. He inched closer. Her breath whispered against his face as his mouth grazed over hers.

Derrick pulled her closer, wanting to feel as much of her as possible. Her hands wrapped around him as they wove their way into his jacket. Olivia trailed her fingers up and down his back. He threaded his own fingers in her thick hair, pulling her into his lap. A small moan escaped her lips and he deepened the kiss, taking control as he explored her mouth. He wasn’t exactly sure what they had, but he was determined to find out.

RUIN-The Turning

Featuring ~RUIN Katara Aggelos~

Book 4 in:

The RUIN Series

by Author Lucian Bane!

*Synopsis*

As an Angel of Judgment with no memory of his origins and no ability to communicate, he binds molecularly with Isadore, the first human he comes into contact with.

In the fourth installment of the series, The Turning, Ruin must face his latest nightmare assignment: To judge and execute Isadore.

Waging war against Heaven and Hell, Ruin collides with a diabolical crossroad of unforseen fate, and the nightmare of good and evil that ensues sends him spiraling into a darkness that he doesn’t wish to escape.

The Ruin Series sizzles with sexual, spiritual, funny, and truly inspiring romance. The unique concept and premise of this series surpasses the tropes and norms unlike anything you’ve read before.

Bestselling Author, Lucian Bane, dominates his spin on the popular Paranormal Romance genre, quickly becoming one of the many masters that rock our beloved book world.

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Excerpt 18+

“What are you doing?”

The hot need in Isadore’s raspy voice ignited the executing fire inside Ruin and he scooped her up in his arms and headed to the stairs with her. “I need… to love you.” His own desire stole his ability to think and speak as he made his way to her bed.

“Love me?” She held his face as he kissed her with more hunger than he’d ever felt.

“Yes,” he gasped, moving along her face, then jaw. “I need to love you… with all that I am. Right now.” He sucked hard on her neck and groaned when she pulled his hair and fought to get closer to him.

“Do it, yes, do it. I missed you.”

How long had they been apart? He wanted to ask but he needed to be buried inside her first, in every conceivable way. The assignment Caliber had programmed into him burned and gnawed over the left side of his chest. Or was that the agony of what he was assigned to do?

Ruin laid Isadore on the bed, gasping for air around the pressure in his being while stroking her face and yanking at her clothes. She fought with his shirt and with one desperate thought, he disintegrated it.

Their bodies came together in a hot fervor of moans and clawing, biting and sucking. With all the need inside him, he thrust into Isadore’s body, drowning her cries with his hungry mouth, growling and grinding without stop, until she screamed his name the way he craved her to– desperate, intense, mind blowing.

“I love you,” he gasped, keeping his body sealed hard and tight to hers, never wanting to let up or let go as he emptied himself into her.

She was his. He was hers. And nobody…not even God would take her from him. Caliber’s assignment to kill the woman he loved was a declaration of war.

Seven years ago, my life changed forever. One accident and the person I saw in the mirror no longer resembled the woman I used to be. I was lost and confused inside my own body. I felt alone and disconnected from the world, carrying the incredible weight of guilt and loss that wasn’t even mine to harbor.

Then fate led me to Leo James. He taught me that crazy could be perfectly normal and it shouldn’t hurt to breathe. Don’t get me wrong. Leo isn’t perfect. He has his own cross to bear, and the truth is, that might be why I fell for him in the first place. But despite everything he does for me, learning to forgive myself is infinitely harder than overlooking the flaws of another.

Now, the secrets and lies of our past have begun to dictate our future—threatening to ruin us before we get the chance to try. Perhaps we were cursed from the start. Or maybe, just maybe, the remnants of our fractured lives will fit together to form one whole, where love isn’t questioned and being happy is…well, easy.

Can a second broken soul be enough to fill the voids of my own? Or will such scarred pasts prove too much for our love alone to overcome?

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

Author Bethany Shaw

Genre:Paranormal Romance/Suspense

Published:October 25, 2014

Author/Cover Artist:Bethany Shaw

Sarah Davies has had what some might call a string of bad luck; she just calls it devastating. She’s suffered the loss of loved ones as well as a kidnapping, and now her family thinks she is dead. Abandoned in the middle of New Mexico with crazy werewolves chasing after her, she can only trust her companion, Vincent McKinley. As they strain to survive the wilderness and evade their assailants, Sarah finds herself unexpectedly bonding with Vincent. He is kind and caring and Sarah can see them forming something far greater than friendship. But she has lost so many loved ones in the past; it terrifies her to open her heart to anyone else.

Vincent McKinley has sworn to protect Sarah with his life, but their pursuers seem hell bent on making him break his word. Determined to keep his promise, Vincent goes to extreme lengths to keep Sarah safe. Together, they work side-by-side to devise a plan that will stop their enemies for good. As tensions mount, so do their feelings for each other. Will they get the chance to explore their emotions, or will their enemies catch up to them first?

Sarah snuggled further into the warm pillows, enjoying the heat of the heavy quilts. A steady thrum thumped beneath her ear. The sound was soothing, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. She moved her arm to hook it under her pillow.

Her digits froze as they skimmed over a fleshy, hard plain. Sarah jolted up, throwing the covers back.

The cool morning chill took her breath away. She wrapped her arms around herself and peered down at Vincent. He lay sleeping, his chest rising and falling in even breaths.

A few scars were scattered over his pecks, but, instead of taking away from his muscular torso, it made it more defined. He had a definitive six-pack and a small patch of dark hair trailed from his belly button and into the plaid pants he was wearing.

Wait! What? Why am I looking at him like that?

Averting her eyes, she surveyed the room. The bed was against the wall on her side, and the foot of the bed was positioned against the wall as well. If shewanted out, she would have to crawl over Vincent. Great!

Sarah bit her lip, and ran a hand through her gnarled golden locks.

Vincent rolled toward her, and his arm jutted out, wrapping around her hips as he buried his face into her side. Sarah froze, her breath catching in her throat. Oh my god! What is he doing?

“Stop stealing all the covers,” he murmured.

Sarah’s pulse roared in her ears as she sat unmoving. After a long moment, she heard the quiet whistling of Vincent’s snore. He was asleep. Carefully, she placed her hand over his, slowly lifting his fingers so she could wiggle out of his grasp. Once free, she stood up on her side, set his arm on the bed, and tossed the covers back over him. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Praying that he wouldn’t wake up, Sarah skimmed her foot over the covers, placing it on the other side of Vincent. Sarah lifted her other foot. She was almost there she just needed to get down. A part of her wanted to stay in bed and go back to sleep in his comforting embrace. But the other part, found it unnerving that she had slept like that with him at all.

Vincent’s hand shot out from under the blankets, catching her ankle in midair. A scream bubbled up her throat as she lost her balance. She landed on Vincent’s lap. His hand latched onto her hip as he rose up. She screeched as he rolled her to her back, pressing his forearm onto her throat. Sarah gasped and struggled beneath his weight.

“Sarah?” Vincent asked confused, instantly moving his arm. He shot up, straddling her as his eyes widened with horror.

She closed her eyes as she coughed.

“God, I’m sorry. I sensed movement over me. I…”

“I was trying to get out of bed. I didn’t want to wake you,” she blurted, staring up into his emerald eyes.

“I didn’t even think to check. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes glancing over her.

“I’m okay,” she assured. “It could have been someone else.” And it could have been. At least he was prepared and on alert, even when he was resting.

Vincent stiffened over her and cleared his throat. Heat crept over her face, burning all the way to her ears as she realized their position. He was nestled between her thighs, his chest pressed against hers with his face mere inches away.

“Sorry,” he said as he peeled himself off of her. He got out of bed and walked to the fire, grumbling something under his breath. Vincent picked up the poker and jabbed at the ashes.

Sarah lay back into the pillows for a moment. Her body was on fire and butterflies fluttered through her belly. Her body had reacted to him and that scared her.

“Our clothes are dry,” Vincent said as he checked the clothesline that hung next to the fire. He slipped his green shirt on. “And we still have berries. Breakfast?” He turned to her with the wooden bowl of fruit in hand.

Sarah gulped, her eyes inadvertently dipping down to take in his torso again. Realizing she was checking him out, she snapped her eyes up to his. She needed to get out of this house. “Sounds good. Then let’s go for that walk. You can show me what you found.”

Sarah rested her chin on her palm as she slumped forward onto the diner’s table. She’d finished her waffles and bacon a while ago, but Vincent showed no sign of stopping. She knew that werewolves ate a lot, but seriously, where was he putting it all? His body was in prime condition. She’d felt his muscles beneath her fingertips last night—had seen his washboard abs and sculpted chest up close and personal. She shuddered as she remembered the way he’d felt pressed up against her.

A familiar ache thrummed in her core, causing her to press her thighs together If she didn’t reign in her thoughts, he was going to be able to smell the shift in her mood.

“You know,” she started, “I think you’re the reason they stopped the all-you-can-eat pancakes at the diner back home.”

“What? This is only my fifth plate,” Vincent said, confused.

Sarah laughed and shook her head. “There are three huge pancakes on each plate. That’s fifteen pancakes, Vincent.”

“Glad to see you can multiply,” Vincent teased. “I’m almost done.”

“No,” she waved her hand. “Eat. They shouldn’t have an all-you-can-eat menu option if they don’t expect people to do just that.”

Vincent took the last syrupy bite and used the napkin to wipe his face. “You know, the waitress and cook have a bet on whether I’ll order another plate or not.” “And what do you intend to do?” Sarah asked, raising her eyebrow, curiously. He couldn’t possibly eat more, could he?

“No more for me. I’m stuffed.” He patted his belly appreciatively as he gave her a lopsided grin.

Her eyes drifted down to his stomach. His red shirt covered him, but she bit her lip as she got another flash of his shirtless form in her mind. She really needed to stop thinking about him like that. Last night had been great, but he hadn’t brought it up and neither had she. She was slightly confused about where they stood. Of course, it was mostly her fault. After all, she’d fled the room before he woke up.

This friends-with-benefits thing could work for them. She just had to be careful not to get too close. That could be a challenge, but she was sure she could do it.

“You ready?” Vincent asked interrupting her thoughts as he stood up. He took a twenty out of his pocket and set it on the table.

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The Werewolf Wars Series

Box Set

A war is brewing between the packs. The Harris and McKinley packs must work together to keep the Misogynistic Gulf Packs from taking control of their lives and harming the women they hold dear. Lives are lost and loyalties are challenged, but in the end the two packs pray good will persevere over evil.

This box set includes the entire Werewolf Wars Series.Forbidden Hope: A Prequel NovellaOut of the ShadowsInto the UnknownFinding Our WayLost and Found

Bethany Shaw has lived in Ohio her entire life. She is happily married to her husband of nine years and together they have two wonderful children. They also share their home with three dogs and two cats.

Most of the time, she has at least one of her pets by her feet while she writes. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she is thrilled to pursue her dreams. She enjoys reading romances, young adult and fantasy.

Monica James spent
her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and Emily
Dickinson.

When she is not
writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a
balance between the two.

She enjoys writing
honest, heartfelt and turbulent stories,hoping to leave an imprint
on her readers, and her inspiration comes from every day life. She is an Amazon
best selling author in the US, UK, Canada and Australia.

Monica James
resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of
animals.